Casey Shea

Honda’s President’s Day commercial certainly has done that and much more.

My first encounter with the commercial was during a Penguins game Friday night. While posting a tweet, I hear the phrase, “Who’s your founding father?” spoken in a highly suggestive tone. Naturally, my ears perk up and I turned my attention to the screen.

What happened over the next 20 seconds or so gave me insight into what a computer must feel like when you have too many things open and it crashes. It was just total sensory overload as my brain tried feverishly to process what was happening on my television screen.

There were men dressed in colonial garb singing about Blue Tooth and Honest Abe talking like Barry White about the features of the vehicle.

None of it made sense. All I could process was that Honda was having a sale on President’s Day. My wife turned to me after it was over and we both started at each other as if to ask, “Did you see that too?”

There were several exchanges of inaudible mutterings, because there were literally no words to describe what we’d seen. We just tuned in to watch a hockey game and then this commercial happened.

As with anything that outlandish, you need to see it again in order to prove to people that it exists. I imagine the feeling I had (while waiting for it to come on again) was similar to the one people who claim to have seen Bigfoot or Nessie live with on a daily basis. Something like, “If only I had a camera, I could prove to everyone I’m not crazy!”

Roughly 30 minutes later, it came on again and I was ready. However, I had assumed that Honest Abe was the only one speaking during the commercial based on my first experience.

Wrong.

There was George Washington asking me “Who’s Your Founding Father?” and I nearly blacked out. I had prepared for Abe Lincoln to say it. I was bracing myself and then got blindsided like I was skating through the neutral zone with my head down.
Honestly, it took me seeing that commercial about five times to appreciate that there’s a decent bit of humor in it. Though, I will say I’m happy President’s Day is over because I’m at peace with what I’ve seen. Who knows what might happen if I were to see it multiple times on a daily basis for weeks.

So, congratulations to Honda for achieving their goal of having a catchy tune get stuck in the heads of countless people, including myself.

The only real downside is Abe Lincoln now haunts my dreams.

Well done, Ya Jagoffs.

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Got in the car last night. Turned on the radio to get an update on the Penguins hockey game. Mike Lange announces its the 3rd period and the Penguins are down 4-1. Thank GOD, I ran 2 red lights to get home and see the end of the game. In case you missed it, the Peguins won the game in GRAND, and I mean GRAND style!

That’s RIGHT!! Imagine how many people left early last night, trying to get a jump on traffic or whatever. And here WE are running red lights.

This caused us to go back and find the December Guest Post from Casey Shea, Pens Blogger, (Shea-ved Ice) for KDKA. Go see Casey’s REAL blog HERE!In the meantime, here’s Casey’s Guest Blog from December that makes TOTAL sense for today.

Casey’s Post-

One of the best things about moving to Pittsburgh is being surrounded by Penguins fans. No longer am I in the minority in rooting for the flightless birds. However, I’ve noticed a disturbing trend while attending games over the last couple of seasons.

The rest of this will be dedicated to those of you who leave close games with five minutes to play in the third period. I would love to know the rationale for spending good money to watch 55 minutes of hockey. Last I checked, the ticket entitled you to 60.

Oh, and guess what? There’s a very real possibility with this team that you’ll see overtime and possibly a shootout. Sounds like the best kind of added value to a ticket to me.

I could be wrong here, but the outcome of a game isn’t officially known until the clock hits zero. I hear scientists are still proving this theory. Regardless, why are you in your car on the Parkway while the game is still being decided?

I’ve been fortunate to attend two games this season and both were close games. On both occasions, half of the building emptied out in the final moments.

One of those games was against the hated Caps. The Pens were down by a goal late and people started to file out.

Really? Are you kidding me? It’s the Capitals! Your team needed you!

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching sports my entire life, it’s that you never, under any circumstances, leave a game early. You never know what can happen.

Maybe the Pens pull off an amazing comeback in the dying moments, maybe a milestone gets set, or maybe, just maybe a goalie fight will break out.

I’m proud to say I was there for Johnson Vs. DiPietro and yes, people had already started to leave. The ones who crack me up are the people who begin to file out, something big happens and the mad dash is on to get back to their seats.

While a small percentage of them may just be using the vast amount of stairs to get a quick workout in, the overwhelming majority of these people could have avoided this situation by simply sitting in their seats.

It’s not like a couple thousand people unanimously decided they would take a group trip to the restroom. We all know what you’re doing and where you’re going. You’re not fooling anyone.

Based on very rough math, let’s say at minimum you spent $70 on the seat. By leaving five minutes early, you’re wasting $5.83. If you’re feeling that charitable, there’s some great causes going on in Pittsburgh, including the one right here on YaJagoff.com that would love that kind of funding.

To summarize, the next time you think about leaving a game early, I strongly urge you to reconsider, Ya Jagoff.

OUR TAKE: If we paid $200/ticket OR were GIVEN a $200/ticket to see a Pens game, we wouldn’t give two SHITS about traffic or getting home to get our make-up or those uncomfortable dress shoes off. We’d still be clutching to the seats as the janitorial staff were trying to clean up the spilled popcorn 3-hours AFTER the game ended, Ya Jagoffs!